Short intro. to a story

A very short intro. to a story I am working on.

I stood frozen as the pitch black holes inside his skull stared at me, piercing me to my core. His teeth formed an eerie smile that made me so cold goose bumps appeared on my skin. His hooded cloak billowed around him radiating danger. The scythe that glinted in the moonlight only added to the chill I felt. I wanted to bolt, but I couldn't; I was frozen. He was the grim reaper. He was death. He was my father.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think, should I continue with this story?